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Hidden Affections (Draco Malfoy)

The sound of the castle hallways echoed with the faintest of footsteps as you walked side by side with Draco. It had become a habit—these late-night patrols as prefects. You'd exchange small talk, moments of shared glances, but neither of you dared to cross the line between friendship and something more.

Draco's silver eyes flickered to you occasionally, his heart racing every time you smiled or laughed at something he said. Little did he know, your heart was doing the same dance in your chest. You had fallen for him ages ago, but fear of rejection kept you silent.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Pansy Parkinson watched these interactions from the shadows, her heart burning with envy. She had loved Draco for as long as she could remember, but he never looked at her the way he looked at you. She had tried everything to win his affection, but it was clear to her now—he was in love with you.

Fueled by jealousy, Pansy devised a cruel plan, one she shared with her closest friends, Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode. If she couldn't have Draco, neither could you. They would take matters into their own hands.

A few days later, you were walking alone by the Black Lake, enjoying the calm of the afternoon when you were suddenly ambushed. Daphne and Millicent had been waiting, wands drawn, their faces twisted with malicious intent.

"What do you think you're doing here, playing innocent?" Daphne sneered, stepping closer as you tried to back away.

Before you could react, Millicent's wand was already aimed at you, sending a jinx your way. The spell hit you hard, and you stumbled, pain shooting through your side as you fell to the ground. Daphne followed up with another curse, and you barely managed to roll out of the way, the spell grazing your arm. Blood stained your sleeve, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear gripping your chest.

"Draco doesn't love you," Daphne hissed. "He belongs to Pansy. You should've stayed out of the way."

The world spun as the pain worsened. You tried to defend yourself, but the two girls were relentless, throwing spell after spell until you were curled on the ground, struggling to breathe.

Just as quickly as the attack had started, they disappeared, leaving you broken and bleeding in the dirt.

Draco had noticed your absence during patrols and his worry grew with each passing day. He searched for you in every corner of the castle, but you had been keeping your distance, hiding your injuries, ashamed and scared of what had happened.

When he finally found you in the library, sitting quietly in a far corner, he rushed over, eyes wide with concern.

"Where have you been?" he asked, kneeling beside you. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You shifted uncomfortably, pulling your sleeve down to hide the scar from the curse. "I've just been... busy."

Draco wasn't convinced. His eyes narrowed, and he reached for your arm, but you flinched away. His heart clenched at the sight. "Something's wrong. Please, tell me."

You shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze. "It's nothing, Draco. I'm fine."

But Draco knew you too well. The way you avoided his eyes, the way your body tensed when he got close—it wasn't nothing.

He pressed further, "Did someone hurt you?"

You still wouldn't answer, but your silence spoke volumes. Draco clenched his fists, his mind racing. It wasn't until later that evening when Blaise Zabini approached him with a troubled expression.

"You need to know something," Blaise said, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. "I heard Daphne talking. Pansy and her friends... they were the ones who attacked Y/N."

Draco's blood boiled. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Without another word, he stormed through the castle, heading straight for the Slytherin common room.

When he found Pansy, lounging by the fire with Daphne and Millicent, his temper exploded. He didn't even wait for her to speak before his wand was out, aimed directly at her.

"Confundo!" The spell struck Pansy, leaving her reeling as she stumbled backward.

"What are you doing, Draco?!" she shrieked, eyes wide with fear.

"You attacked her," he growled, stepping closer, his voice deadly calm. "You and your little friends. If you ever come near Y/N again, I'll make sure you regret it."

Pansy stammered, her face pale. "I-I didn't mean—"

But Draco wasn't interested in her excuses. His gaze flicked to Daphne and Millicent. "Stay away from her. All of you."

With that, he turned on his heel and left, his heart pounding as he made his way back to you.

When Draco found you again, his expression was softer, but his eyes were still filled with determination. He sat beside you, taking your hand gently in his.

"I know what happened," he said quietly. "Pansy and her friends... I took care of it. They won't hurt you again."

You looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. "Draco, I—"

Before you could finish, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, holding you close. "I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you. I've loved you for so long... and I was too much of a coward to tell you."

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart racing. "You... love me?"

Draco pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. "I've been in love with you for ages. I just... didn't think you felt the same."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled, your heart swelling with relief. "I've loved you all this time too, Draco. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Draco smiled, a genuine, soft smile that you rarely saw, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. It was soft, slow, and filled with the emotion that had been bottled up for so long.

As you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

And with that, the two of you finally allowed yourselves to bask in the love that had been there all along, no longer hidden, no longer unspoken.